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" Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up... "
The modern reader and speaker - 186 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Indicator, 1±Ç

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 ÆäÀÌÁö
...from thee to my sole self! . , . . .- • . Adieu' the fancy cannot cheat so well A« ehe is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive...hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep ' In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waiting dream ! Fled ia that music: — Do ¬¤ wake or sleep} The...
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The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., 1±Ç

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 ÆäÀÌÁö
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. VIII. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music :— Do I wake or sleep ? JOHN...
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The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827 - 858 ÆäÀÌÁö
...forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self 1 Adieu 1 the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep ? Tus...
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ÆäÀÌÁö
...magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Fast the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next...
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The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry

Harp - 1836 - 380 ÆäÀÌÁö
...magic casement, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley -glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ?...
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Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 ÆäÀÌÁö
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! — the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream 1 Fled is that music ! — Do I wake or sleep 1"...
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The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of popular ..., 2±Ç

William Hone - 1837 - 936 ÆäÀÌÁö
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ?...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ..., 1±Ç

William Hone - 1837 - 874 ÆäÀÌÁö
...casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. 8. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep !...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 ÆäÀÌÁö
...magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 ÆäÀÌÁö
...opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn ! the very word is like a hell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu...Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream...
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